What force compels that still I seek you so?

Straight to your heart where sings the golden bird

Ensconcing beauty and resounding truth—

Attainment thus—the conquest of a world!
But if by some dark chance you love not me

And your sweet heart is to another given,

By blade alone I would so steel the need

To leave this life and seek a separate heaven.

Without your smile there is no morning sun—

There hope lies slain and my sad rune is done.